Drao should have probably k go, that Gee was w through some things, but talking to Harry’s friends iking your way through a mi pes were perfetly safe, but step and you find your world in piees.
“Why not?”
“What do you mean why ures wildly at the side of his head with the bottle, at the shiissue where ao be. “I lost my ear. I lost my brother. What more do you want from me?” And of ourse it would be about Fred, everything that has happeh Gee over the past year has been about Fred.
“You doop just beause he’s not here.”
& to be .
(Atually, srath that, he dido be , he was just thinking about the fmes and Goyle, and Snape being dead and hailed as a hero without oo the people like Drao who would atually mourn him, and his father in Azkaban who would be horrified to see how his so, about how he ould not stop just beause they are gohe of his mouth.)
“You think I’m a ee’s voie was soft a, and Drao was foribly remi he was Ron’s brother, beause it seemed like all the Weasley boys would like to punh their feelihrough them. Drao would admire it, if it didn’t keep meaning that he fouhrown up agaih their fists inhes from his fae, hands raised irying to fix whatever he had broken. “That I should never have walked away.”
“I don’t think anything.” There was a rowd arouhese muggles orried faes, and all of them on Gee’s side. “Really, man. Whatever’s going on with you, it’s ool with me.”
Gee snarls at him, fae twisted in a way that makes Drao thi to ry, and then shoves away, stalking out the door. Drao pauses loo throw mohe bar and theer him, ign the people who tells him he should let it go.
It doeso find Gee, who did very far. He had ohe orner, and now he was hunhed over beh a streetlight, hands on his knees. He looked like he was about to be sik.
“Are you having a pani attak?” A stupid question, beause he was, aupider beause even though Hermiohem all to read up oiur traumas, knowing the lingo and knowing how to help arehings.
& a wipes his mouth with the bak of his hand and stood up. “I was going to kik your ass.”
“You wouldn’t have.”
&’s easier to feel o whe apart, but bak there, with the tensi high ao stop it, he was so, so dead.)
“I’ve punhed yee’s mouth twithed into a smile as he said it, and Drao had an unomfortable fsh of him urled on the gr to protet himself, Gee and Harry’s fists flying. It had hurt quite a lot.
&.”
“Yeah.” Gee said, smiling, and there was fivehat sylble, enough so that when he sank down to sit on the urb, Drao thought it was safe to ome and sit beside him. “You really rat.”
Drao hoked on a ugh, feelihan he had all night. “I meant it, though. About not thinking anything about you not fighting.” He was wading bak ierritory, beause apparently Drao doesn’t have any self preservation skills. “You’ve done enough.”
Gee sighed, flopped bak onto the sidewalk so he was lying ft on his bak. “Try telling that to Harry.”
“Trust me,” He says, thinking of going bak, of getti aid supplies ready and staring from the lok to the door and bak agaiay awake until Harry omes home. “I’m doi.”
Chapter 22
Harry
&o sreams.
For a moment, Harry a where they are oming from. He knows this house is safe—Hermio, and his ountless heking of every lok and or that there was no way someone ould sneak ihere was o hase after him, ainess, h eaters lurking in the shadows to pay him bak for what he had doer.
Still, that doesn’t stop him fr bak the rabbing at his wand in a matter of se down the orridor towards Drao’s room, towards the sreams, ready to fight off whatever might be hurting him.
Ohing there.
There’s only Drao, sitting up with the sheets pooled around his hips and his hands pulling on his hair, behe waist, taki were sed that they sou, tears streaming dowries to alm himself down. And now there was Harry, who had threw the door open so hard it atually raked the wall behind him, sta staring at Drao, with wand luthed in his hand a his lips.
“What?” Drao was on the defensive in a way that he hadn’t been f time, maybe si night he ame here, but Harry supposes being aught i so vulnerable would ause ahrow their . Still, he doesn’t want it to turn into a fight, hi seemio solid ground.
“Nothing.” Harry realizes he is still pointing his wand and lowers his arm. It takes a o slide his wand bak into his poket and stop looking into the orners for an invisible ereme fore of will to remi everything is okay, that they are safe, that Drao is here and whole, eve ompletely happy. “I just—”
Just what? Just heard your sreams and thought I’d to save you like Prine g, and then you would throw yourself into my arms a